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In the dark, Jasmine Yale’s face was pale, her eyes filled with fear.

A wave of shock, of unease, washed over her!

She knew this voice too well—

After all—

She had heard it for eight years!

Jasmine retreated a step, afraid to look at the pair of eyes outside the window.

“Jasmine, may I come in? I have something to say,” the man’s hoarse voice asked.

A few drops of rain dripped down from his raincoat hood.

Jasmine shuddered all over again.

She opened her mouth wide, forgetting to grab her phone even.

Kaine Zahir had recognized her!

He knew she was Jasmine Yale!

Nancy Emmett and Kamila Zahir hadn’t recognized her, but Kaine Zahir did!

Or perhaps, Kaine Zahir had done some research.

She had forgotten that her father once had some influence in her small hometown.

After she was sent away, she had completely forgotten about her family.

Why should she remember?

Only then the driver looked at Jasmine with confusion.

“Miss, do you know him? Should I let him in?”

Jasmine could not hide the panic in her heart.

After all, fifteen years later, she had brutally sought revenge on Kamila and Nancy Emmett.

She knew nothing about what had happened in the past fifteen years.

Would Kaine seek revenge on her?

Before Jasmine could reply, Kaine spoke again—

“Jasmine, I mean no harm, just want to talk if that’s all right.” His tone was pleading.

There was no apparent hostility or aggression.

Jasmine knew her father was a heavy drinker.

When he got drunk, he was a mess, either cursing or beating people.

When sober, he was still clear-headed.

Jasmine lifted her head and looked out of the window.

In the man’s eyes, she saw the plea.

Colder than the outside wind.

Rain sprinkled in from the half-opened window, chillingly cold.

“Jasmine…” he called out again.

Jasmine knew the Cheney Residence was not far away, Kaine had obviously planned this.

“Let me get off the car,” Jasmine said flatly.

“All right, please be careful, Miss,” the driver, not knowing what had happened, could only remind Jasmine.

“Okay, thank you, driver.”

Jasmine took an umbrella from her bag and got out of the car.

The rain outside was really pouring.

The moment she stepped out, the rain splashed on her face, cold.

Jasmine opened the umbrella, holding it tightly.

The cold wind ruffled her long hair, and she squinted at Kaine in front of her.

The driver collected his fare, turned around, and left.

On the roadside, only Jasmine and Kaine were left.

Now, Jasmine could see Kaine’s face clearly.

Fifteen years had passed, and he had aged significantly, his forehead creased deeply.

His lips were pale, bloodless, probably from standing in the rain for a long time.

His hands tucked inside the raincoat, awkwardly rubbing against each other.

Jasmine kept her distance, not too close.

“It’s cold out here, and the rain is heavy. What do you want to tell me?” Jasmine said calmly.

She looked much calmer now.

A gust of wind blew in, even colder.

Kaine lowered his head awkwardly, and after a while, he lifted it again.

“Jasmine, do you still recognize me?”

Jasmine laughed coldly, “Of course, otherwise why would I have gotten off the car?”

“That… that… thank you for sparing me your time,” Kaine stuttered nervously.

Jasmine saw that he had really aged, even his back was bent.

At least, he was no longer as arrogant and domineering as he was when he was young.

Back then, Kaine went to a lot of social gatherings, and he had power, even his speech was full of arrogance and bluntness, fond of pointing fingers and giving orders..